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Chapter 9 by Skogman Skogman

Is she waiting for him with open arms?

Yes, but with smeared lipstick

Richard leapt through that front door which separated the private home life of his from the public life he lived in the eyes of others. There was only one person which he needed to see now for the rest of the day, the one person which he wanted to see for the rest of the day. The neighbor which he had transformed to his liking, the one which was his very own and his only.

His rush towards that woman which he had grown so dear of in so little time was rapid and he soon laid eyes on that woman dressed in little more than cheetah-print lingerie and whose harsh tan held noticeable lines where the sluttiest of bikinis had sat during the tanning process. The makeup on her face was nothing if not bombastic, but her lipstick looked... smudged.

Richard didn't hesitate even for a single second as he approached the woman, holding her tightly as he looked to kiss her deeply, but she somehow seemed distant in that moment. Her thoughts seemed to be somewhere else.

"Is anything wrong?" Asked Richard.

"No, not at all. No kiss me you foolish man and rock me tonight!" Answered the awaiting woman in Richard's arms, hesitant in her answer, but steadfast in what she wanted. That being some relief from the unstoppable urges that filled her head.

Richard for his part was no-one to refuse in fulfilling his woman's request and although the messy makeup did raise some sort of suspicion in his head, he was quite ready to leave it behind him.

In not even a minute, every article of clothing encasing either of the two people in the apartment was thrown off. The neighbor bent herself over the nearest piece of furniture for the sole purpose of inviting Richard towards her. An opportunity which he was not to give up and in only one short step, Richard penetrated the waiting hole with his hard cock.

The man pounded hard into the woman, he had been waiting all day for this moment, for that time of the day when he could relieve all the stresses that had accumulated on that day. His hips carried him back and forth and the **** it generated created ripples through the supple tanned body that laid out before him.

Richard continued for half an hour, a time which he saw as fairly respectable and a physical exertion which left him lying there for a few minutes. The neighbor he had been pounding though, went up straight away to head to the bathroom. An odd turn of events for Richard, but he welcomed it nonetheless as he was then left able to head straight back towards the spellcasting object.

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